Tonight the sky is so stunning.
Dark and gloomy, the clouds absorb
all of heaven’s light.
We are left blind, bleak, starless, moonless.
Only darkness abodes. How beautiful.
Tonight the sky is so stunning,
a perfect night to end it all.
Life has been going on for far too long,
Too long, the window has remained open,
too many monstrous flies
have entered the house.
The odors of decay rise from the fridge
and the trash can.
The forgotten food has turned into gray and
green mush.
Tonight the sky is so stunning
The dogs are barking out of control
outside
in the blind moonless night.
Perhaps it’s Mother Death.
She never takes me though,
Perhaps I have to meet her half-way.
Perhaps she is waiting for me to make the first move.
How coy of her.
Tonight the sky is stunning
like the inside of a black whale.
Once again I roam these dark avenues,
these desperate dead ends that follow me around.
It’s only natural to feel this way,
after a while everything begins to fatigue,
even one’s own will to live.
My mind, that little devilish instrument,
how it tricks me into believing in something
and just as quickly reminds me that it is absurd.
And this too is absurd, totally meaningless.
Perhaps tomorrow will be more stunning,
a better day to end it all. Or
Maybe I’ll get a second wind and go on spinning
in my wheel a bit longer.
I’ve made it this far into the wasteland,
carried this broken mind these many miles;
why not treat it like an endurance race
and see how far I can go?
Regardless,
Mother Death will be waiting
at the finish line.